Page 63 of Hell & Back

He led her out to the bedroom and left her next to the bed. He went to the dresser he and Darren shared and pulled out one of his best friend’s t-shirts. He pulled her towel off and tossedit toward the bathroom, then pulled the shirt over her head. “Climb in, baby.” He held the covers back and waited for her to climb to the middle of the bed before he stripped down and climbed in behind her.

He kissed her goodnight then snuggled in so he was spooning her, his hand resting on her belly. The baby kicked, causing Tuck to suck in a sharp breath of surprise. She smiled as he smoothed his hand over the same spot and got another kick.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying the feel of your baby kicking, but I can’t sleep if she’s doing cartwheels in my stomach.”

“Sorry, baby. It never gets old knowing a part of you and me is inside there. I can’t wait to see what she looks like. I hope she has your eyes and your smile.”

“I hope she has your perfect hair and ability to talk to anyone without freaking out.”

Silence grew between them and she was almost asleep when he said, “You know the club’s going back to Taos, right? We have to destroy their distribution center or that shit will keep hitting the streets of Redemption.”

“Yes, I kind of figured that. You’ll deal with the Phantoms, too?”

“Yeah, baby. Every last one of them.”

“Good. Now go to sleep.” She didn’t have a history of being a bloodthirsty woman, but everything the Phantom Furies had been putting the Sons through the over the last several months, she was over it. She wanted them to disappear and to never have to deal with them again. They’d kidnapped her, stolen money from the Sons, shot Tuck, and kidnapped and drugged Darren. Yes, she was fucking over it.

DARREN

It was his first night of freedom and Darren still didn’t feel free. The extreme need to have sex was clawing at his insides to the point he was starting to get a little edgy. He wasn’t quite in full on panic mode yet, but he hoped to find a way to stave it off. He got up and traded his sweats for gym shorts, figuring maybe a good hard workout would at the very least tire him out enough to sleep.

Staring at the ceiling while lying in bed wasn’t doing a thing for him other than to have him questioning whether or not he was going to lose his mind before the drug finished fucking with him or that shit would finally win and he’d drive his bike off a cliff. Lying in bed unable to sleep, he found his mind bounced from one thing to another like a ball in a pinball machine. He’d think about how he couldn’t wait to ride his bike again and feel the air on his face. Or how he couldn’t wait to sit on the picnic table out back and feel the sun on his skin. Then he remembered what had brought him and Kylie together and then how he felt when Tuck asked him to join their relationship. That had been an amazing yet scary day until he heard for himself that Kylie was all in with the threesome relationship.

Once his thoughts wandered down the path that led to the first time he and Kylie had sex and all the times after, he’d given up on the idea of sleep. He opened the door to the gym, finding it pitch black. Of course it was. Everyone else who lived here full-time was in bed either sleeping or fucking like normal people. He flipped the light switches on and tried to decide where he wanted to start. The weights. He’d start there. He lay back and lifted the stack of weights off the rack, and proceeded to lift until his arms grew tired. He dropped the weights back on the rack and got up.Damn it. His skin was crawling and he still felt the drug’s pull on him. He refused to give in. Grabbing a towel, he swiped his face and moved on to work his legs. Once he finished there, he hit the treadmill. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been on it, but he was now hovering close to exhaustion. He turned off the machine before flipping off the gym lights. He debated on whether or not to take a shower before dropping into bed, but was afraid if he did, it would wake him right back up and he’d have to go through all of this again. Since they’d run out of water in their room, he went to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen.

While he’d been working out he’d bounced the idea of coming clean with Tuck and Kylie. They would either forgive him or not. If they didn’t, he entertained the idea of maybe going to live with Chance and the Black Horsemen. He knew himself well enough to know there was no way in hell he could stay in Redemption and not be near Kylie. She was his one and only. No other woman would ever do. If Race didn’t allow him to go to the Black Horsemen, would he be forced to leave the Sons all together?

He pushed the kitchen door open and froze. The idea of coming clean with Tuck and Kylie was now moot. One of the sweet butts was in the refrigerator, bent over, looking for something. She was wearing an emerald green silky nightgown, but apparently no panties because he could see her shaved pussy from where he was standing. Son of bitch. He damn near doubled over as his dick roared to life. There was no way around it. He was going to fuck her. Hehadto fuck her. He hurt so bad, he was shaking and wasn’t sure if he could get himself completely upright or not.

Fuck! All his hard work went right out the window.

She stood up, turned around and jumped at the sight of him. That’s when he discovered it was Tori. He could only imaginewhat he looked like. Sweating like crazy, his breathing fast and shallow and his dick trying to punch out of his shorts.

“Darren? I didn’t hear you come in.” Tori held a bottle of water to her chest. The moisture forming on the outside of the bottle created a wet spot, revealing a hard nipple beneath the silky material of her nightgown.

“Sorry,” he had to clear his scratchy throat. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“We were so glad to hear that the brothers brought you home.” When he didn’t make any kind of a reply, she tipped her head to the side and her eyes scrunched. “Are you okay, Darren?”

“No. I’m not.”

“How can I help you?” she asked, moving closer. The way the silky material slid seductively across her hips and tits as she made her way to him had him swallowing hard past a suddenly dry throat.

Could she help him? Fuck, yeah. She could ease his pain for just a little while, maybe long enough to get a few hours of sleep.

She stopped with barely a foot between them. Her gaze dropped down to his crotch which now sported a wet spot from his dick weeping. He clenched his teeth together hard and wondered if he might break a tooth. He closed his eyes and knew he was going to add more lashes to his soul.

“Come to my room?”

She waited a beat as she really looked at him. She knew he was with Kylie and was probably wondering why he was asking her to come to his room. “Sure, honey.”

He opened the door and checked up and down the hall. “Be quiet,” he said, then took her by the hand and led her back to his room. He quickly closed and locked the door behind them. She probably thought he was acting weird and after tonight shewas going to think he was a complete sleezy loser for cheating on Kylie.

“What happens here stays between us. You can never tell anyone or,” he hated to even say the words, “your ass is out. For good.”

Her face scrunched up, obviously getting pissed off. “I never tell who I’ve been with. You know that. I don’t know what’s going on with you and Kylie, but if you say you need me, then you can have me. I won’t ever say anything to her or Tuck.”

He nodded his head. “Okay. Knees.”

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